Filed to story: Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel
“They are attacking us.” Blake called out. “They have shot three of our men so far.”
“Hold your fire men. Save your ammunition until we get through. We will get in there, and we will destroy those heathens, those monsters, those abominations.”
“YEAH!” The cry of agreement sounded once again, even as the wounded were dragged out of the way and left to die on their own.
Franklin could see into the stands and onto the field, even if he couldn’t get through. And what he saw angered him even more. Those monsters, and the monster loving humans, were disappearing into the thin air. They were leaving the stadium, and they wouldn’t be able to get through to them before they were all gone.
Then, thankfully, when one last monster bitch remained, the one that was hosting the broadcast, the barriers fell down. And that was when he noticed that the bitch was running through the air, literally floating and running on nothing at all. And she was running toward a girl cowering in the stands. He was going to kill them both. He was going to make sure that they both died. And then he was going to walk through that arch that the others disappeared through, because he was sure that he was going to get to them as soon as he stepped through it. Get to them and kill them all.
His plans didn’t go according to plan though. The bitch managed to save the sniveling snot nosed brat and ran with her to the arch. Together they disappeared, just before Franklin’s bullet could follow after them.
“DAMMIT!” He screamed into the now eerily silent stadium. “They got away.”
“But you won’t.” A man yelled at him. “All of you put down your weapons. You are under arrest.” It was at that moment that Franklin noticed the five or six dozen police officers that were filing in around them all.
“Who the fuck are you?” Franklin snapped at the cop in the lead, whose gun was aimed right at Franklin’s head.
“Captain Devon Scott, CSPD.”
“You need to arrest the ones that were here, Scott.” Franklin snapped at the police officers. “They are monsters. They aren’t human.”
“The only monsters I see here, are you people. Drop the weapons, now.” Captain Scott commanded them. For a moment, just a brief one, Franklin thought about telling his men to open fire, there were tainted pieces of trash among the officers here, and they should be purged as well. However, he thought better of it and decided to drop his rifle on the ground.
“Drop them, men.” He ordered the others. “We haven’t done anything wrong. We will be home by dinner time.” He was grinning happily, the gravity of the situation not yet sinking into his thick skull just yet.
****** Colorado Springs, Colorado ****** (Third Person POV)
Dustin Jones was working at the same desk that he always worked at. He did the same work that he always did. And he was surrounded by all the same people that he was usually around. There was no deviation in what he usually did. The only thing that ever really changed in his daily routine was what he had for lunch, and who the clients that he did the work for. Those things changed regularly, but everything else was predictable and boring.
He wasn’t upset about that though. He liked the life that he lived. And the fact that his work life was so predictable was fine for him. He didn’t have to stress about different things at work. He didn’t have to worry about something unexpected happening to him that would throw a wrench into his otherwise meticulously planned day.
He wasn’t this anal about his life outside of work. He liked adventure and all things exciting, but not when it came to work. He felt that work was enough of an uncertainty in this day and age, that the most calm and predictable it was the better.
So, when every computer in the office started to display the same broadcast at the same time, effectively ruining the peaceful and predictable day that he was having, his nerves shot through the roof. He was certain that there had been some sort of emergency. There had to be something that would warrant an emergency broadcast like this, right?
Quietly, Dustin just sat there and listened to what was being said. He watched what they had to show him. And he processed everything that he could. At first, he didn’t believe it. This couldn’t be happening, right? This had to be a hoax. There wasn’t really werewolves, witches, vampires, and all those others things in the world, was there?
Dustin knew that this had to be fake and that someone was just pulling an elaborate joke on the office. That had to be it. However, right before he started to laugh, he heard the sound of the car crashing into the building. He heard it first outside the window next to him, and then again echoed on the broadcast. There was a slight delay, maybe a second or two at most. Then he heard the sound again. Boom. Boom. The echoing through the office after the real sound outside.
Dustin sprang from his seat and looked out the window. He saw that there were people attacking the stadium that was across the street from his office. The stadium that he knew the people in the broadcast had filmed in. And there was no way that this was prerecorded if the crashing sounds were happening right now, in real time.
“What the?” He looked at the men swarming the stadium. “Th..they’re going to kill someone.” He was speaking under his breath as he watched the many men with rifles running toward the scene of the crashes. They weren’t done either. They were trying to crash their way through the wall and gain entry to the people in the broadcast.
Turning back to face the images, Dustin saw how scared the people were, and the werewolf, witch, Fae queen that had been talking was making a magical door to save them all.
“Look. She’s helping them.” A woman, maybe Diana, called out as she looked at the screen. “They are good people. She is saving them from those men attacking the stadium.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Others agreed. “Look at that. They are good people.”
“Do you believe this?” Someone else asked, but Dustin was too distracted to pay attention to who was talking at the moment. “Is it real?”
“Y..yes, I think it is.” Although he didn’t know who he was answering, Dustin gave his honest opinion. “This is real. And they are real. Werewolf, witches, vampires, Fae, shifters, they are all real.”
“Yeah, I think so too.”
At that, Dustin looked around the room. Were any of them not human. Were any of his coworkers one of those people?
“I..I think that this is a wonderful thing. Not that they are being attacked, but that these people showed themselves to the world. Obviously, they’ve all been here for a long time. And we didn’t know about them. That means that they aren’t bad people. If any of you aren’t human, I have no problems with any of you.” He saw several shocked faces, but he didn’t know if that was because they were happy that he accepted them, or if they were humans that couldn’t believe what he said.
He had meant what he said though. Why should he be upset with these people? If they’ve been here all along and they never knew it, then there was no reason to be scared or angry now. Admittedly, Dustin might look closer at his surroundings now, and he might wonder if his friends are all human, but he wasn’t going to change anything about his life just because he knew the truth now. Nothing had really changed, just his knowledge of it.
Dustin wasn’t the only one that was accepting them either. All over the world there were people that would think the same thing. If they really have been here since the beginning, then there was no reason to be scared of them, now. They were just going to be who they had always been, right? Just no longer hiding it.
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Riviana
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After we ate our late lunch, I decided that we all needed to talk. At least those in the inner circle. And our children as well. The legacies as we had started to jokingly refer to them. Then again, that wasn’t so far off. I mean, legacies are what you leave behind. Joaquin and I weren’t gone from this world yet, and hopefully wouldn’t be for a long time still, but these kids were our legacy that we were leaving on the world.
Reagan, Rika and all of our other children would make way more of an impact on this world than anything else that Joaquin and I could do. More than all of the charitable things that we do or the businesses that we run. These kids of ours were our legacy, and that meant that they needed to be given the proper time and explanations when things like this happen.
Everyone that was joining us for the meeting convened in my office. That was usually the go to meeting place when we were discussing something important like this. And there was a lot that we needed to talk about at the moment. And there was sure going to be a lot more conversations to come soon.